Ger has pretty well told the tale but I promised to "blog" too, so here goes....
Got off in fine style from Watsonville, sure to be at friend Jane's for lunch around 10:30 am in San Rafael. Took a brief break and when we started the car again, the Green Avalon's computer screen had flat-lined. Judi immediately called her personal mechanic in Tustin to demand a solution. Don't we all have our mechanics on speed dial? Anyway, no solution offered and the first opportunity to fix the problem will be Kalispell. Jane's luncheon was so good and spending a couple of hours with her restored our high spirits.
Arrived at first destination--Garberville--around 6:00. Garberville is a depressed little forest town sitting at one end of one of the most glorious avenues in the world. One senses the scent of pot in the air even if not actually inhaling it.
Next morning we drove thru the giant coast redwoods and marveled as well at the wide river bed of the Eel River-astonished that the river rose to ninety-six during the devasting flood of 1964. There is just nothing like the absolute stillness and majesty of this forest. Even footsteps are muted by the duff below the trees. Reluctantly we came to the end of the road and headed on toward Oregon. The sign for Ferndale lured us right off our planned path and we were again awed, this time by vast green pastures ringed by faraway purple hills and dotted with happily grazing pretty brown cows--right out of the TV commercial. Ferndale is a designated state historical monument so the gorgeous Victorian homes are all spruced up and are fabulous as is the town's vertical cemetary.
The day came to an end at Brookings, Oregon and our motel of choice turned out to be the bar we won't go under. Our room did have a bottle opener and a fabulous shower head, according to Judi.
So far--day 2--I love this trip!
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